I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

It was seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was gray and foggy, and it was cloudy like in previous years.

Song Ziyan lifted the thin blanket, got up from the recliner, didn't sleep all night, his bones were a little sore, he stretched his muscles and bones a few times, went into the kitchen to make two sandwiches, walked to a bedroom, and knocked on the door: "Ster."

He shouted twice, but no one answered, he opened the door, and there was no one in the room.

Song Ziyan was about to go to the bedroom to get the spare phone when he suddenly thought of a possibility and stopped in his tracks.

When I went downstairs, the flower shop on the first floor was already open. The boss and the clerk were carrying flowers from the car. When they saw Song Ziyan, they said hello, "It's so early."

"Yeah, I'm going to the cemetery today." Song Ziyan helped the boss move the last pot of flowers from the car.

"Oh!" The boss remembered, pointed at him and shook his finger, "March 25, I'm going to see you..." It seemed difficult for him to call him that.

Song Ziyan said with a smile, "Look at my husband."

The girl next to the clerk suddenly widened her eyes.

The boss smiled and asked him if the bouquet was still the same as last year. After getting an affirmative answer, he wrapped a bouquet for him. Song Ziyan paid the money, exchanged greetings and left.

After he left, the clerk's little girl immediately exclaimed, "Husband?! Isn't that handsome guy a man?"

"What a fuss, it's a good thing you're still a young man." The boss arranged the flowers.

"Oh my God..." The clerk was still surprised, "Are they married?"

"Listen to him."

"Isn't homosexuals not allowed to marry in our country... Oh, he seems to be a foreigner."

"Chinese, mixed blood."

"His husband works in the cemetery?"

"No," the boss sighed, "he passed away, otherwise why would he buy white roses."

"what?!"

……

At this time, the breakfast shops in the alley opened one after another, and the small vendors selling sausage rolls and fried dumplings also arrived at the entrance of the alley, and two or three students in school uniforms stood in front of the stalls.

Song Ziyan came to the bus station, and within 2 minutes, he waited for the bus he was going to take.

With luck, there are plenty of empty seats in the back.

He walked to the last row, sat by the window, and touched the ring on his ring finger.

An hour's drive to the place.

Someone came, the tombstone was cleaned very clean, and there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Song Ziyan put the bouquet of white roses in front of the tombstone, then slowly squatted down, looking at the photo on the tombstone, it was a handsome man with dark black hair and dark green eyes.

Song Ziyan stretched out his hand to caress, and said with a light smile, "Ivis, I'm here to see you."

"How are you doing over there, do you miss me?"

"Are you asking me?" Song Ziyan put the bag on the floor, sat down, put his photo on his face, and said with a smile, "Of course I miss you very much."

"This year, it's just like that, nothing special, but I'm going to be 30 soon, haha, it's a bit weird."

"Oh, and your brother, Fegelein, you said they were all born by the same mother, why is there such a big difference in personality, you are so gentle, but he is so cold, yes, he doesn't seem to have made it this year. friend."

"But I'm not sure if there is. In the past, I would tell me anything. I don't like to talk to me in the past two years. I lose my temper every now and then. When I come to see you, I don't come with me."

Song Ziyan smiled, "I think maybe he felt uncomfortable when he realized that he has a male sister-in-law. After all, he understands everything."

"It's also quite promising. Last month, on his birthday, he suddenly gave me a card with 20 in it. He said he earned it by doing programming codes himself. I don't know when he learned that."

"Awesome, hey, you have to thank me, it's my credit, I raised him so big, why don't you reward me and let me dream of you tonight?"

Song Ziyan touched the number under his name, -, and said softly, "Why don't you let me dream of you..."

When Song Ziyan woke up, he found that it was almost dark, it was drizzling, and his clothes were all wet. He took out his mobile phone. On a cloudy and rainy day in March, he realized that his hands were cold. It was past six o'clock in the evening, and I slept for more than three hours leaning on the tombstone.

Song Ziyan stuck his face to the photo and lost his mind for a while, smiled, and kissed on it, "I should go, I will see you again in June."

Song Ziyan got up, relieved the numbness in his legs, picked up his bag, and walked slowly towards the steps. Suddenly, he stopped, and saw a black umbrella at the bottom of the steps, wearing a sky-blue windbreaker, standing with his back to him. The man's heart skipped a beat.

The man seemed to hear footsteps and turned around.

Black hair, dark green eyes, and a look and temperament like the cold moonlight.

Song Ziyan was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure, and said with a smile, "...I thought it was your brother." A gleam of obvious disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Fegelein tightened his grip on the handle of the umbrella, and his face turned cold.

"Why are you here?" Song Ziyan walked down the steps, "Didn't you go to school?"

Fegelein is a freshman this year and is studying at the G City University of Science and Technology next door.

Today is Monday.

Fegelein said in a bad tone, "I don't want to go." After speaking, he put the windbreaker he took off into Song Ziyan's hand.

"...If you don't want to go, don't go today, go tomorrow," Song Ziyan returned the clothes to him, "No, I'm not cold."

"Your clothes are wet and you'll catch a cold." Fegelein didn't answer.

"Thinking too much, does it make sense to catch a cold like this, not to mention it's not wet, it's just a little damp." Song Ziyan motioned him to pick it up, but Fegelein didn't pick it up, so he wanted to put it in his umbrella arm, but the other party's hand snapped Shake it, and the clothes fall to the ground.

"Hey, look!" Song Ziyan hurriedly picked it up and patted it. Although the ground was wet, it was fortunately clean. gaze.

"What about you?"

"?" Song Ziyan frowned, before saying 'what', his hand was grabbed.

"Look at how cold your hands are! Look at how pale and ugly your face is! It looks like this every year!" Fegelein grasped his wrist, "Song Ziyan, do you also want to imagine Elvis? Die the same!"

"Fuck," Song Ziyan got annoyed, and shook off his hand forcefully, "You're fucking stupid, aren't you, I have nothing to do with you like this?"

Fegelein looked at him coldly. After a few seconds, he put the umbrella in his hand and strode away.

Song Ziyan looked at his back and suddenly felt a headache. He sighed and walked forward. When he reached the side of the road, Fegelein had disappeared, and an empty taxi was parked by the side of the road.

Song Ziyan walked over, bent down and asked through the open car window, "Let's go?"

"Let's go."

Song Ziyan was not in a hurry to get into the car, "Did you see a young man just now? He's very tall."

"Yes, he left in another taxi, and I am the one who called to wait for you, by the way," the driver asked, "Your surname is Song."

Song Ziyan felt relieved and said that his surname was Song. He opened the door and got in the car. The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and half of the chill was gone from his body. It is clear, but it can be seen that his complexion is a bit bad, his lips are bloodless, he is 30 years old, he has not slept all night, his eyes are a little blue, and his whole person is full of depression.

It's no wonder that kid Shiter said about him, he was right, but his words were really ugly. He also wanted to die like Ives, and it seemed that he didn't take Elvis' brother seriously.

Song Ziyan was unhappy, he was unhappy, there was no need to be angry with a child who was just an adult, the phone's airplane mode was turned off, some bad messages popped up, swiped, called Figelein, refused to answer, and sent a message instead: [Night what to eat ] Song Ziyan thought about it: [Why don't you eat cold dishes? ] A few minutes later, Fegelein replied: [Don't you know that it's unhygienic to eat? ] Song Ziyan: [Hehe, I have been eating for 30 years, but I have never been eaten to death. ] Fegelein: […] Figlein: [I cook. ] Song Ziyan: [Haha, yo yo yo, you are so sensible, little Schitt. ] Fegelein: [Don't treat me like a child. ] Song Ziyan: [You are not just a child. ] The other party did not reply to him again. Song Ziyan exited the window and saw more than ten unread messages from his mother. connected.

"Finally I'm willing to turn it on," my mother opened her mouth in a strange voice, "Going back?"

"If you do this again, I'll hang up."

"You think I want to do this?" Mom said, "A mother, seeing her son not look like a living person for a dead person, how do you think she would feel?"

Song Ziyan was helpless, "Am I not like a living person?"

"Then why can't you forget him and find someone new?" Mom sighed deeply, "It's been eight years, Yanyan, mom is not a cold-blooded and heartless person, but Elvis has been gone for eight years. It's been a year, why are you... oh..."

Song Ziyan also sighed, "...Mom, I don't understand your logic, I can't forget Elvis, I don't look for new people, it has nothing to do with me not being like a living person, let alone I am not like a living person, you just seek truth from facts, Am I not doing well now? You know, I bought a house in City S, okay? "

"It's two different things," my mother said, "You know, your father and I don't agree with you buying a house in S City."

"There are so many things you disagree with."

"Are you still remembering that we couldn't accept that you liked men?" Mom said, her voice became louder, "You said you want us to accept it so suddenly? You don't know your own temper? It's our fault that we broke off the relationship. , but why did your father and I react so strongly? You mailed an invitation to say that you and Elvis got married and had a wedding banquet, and invited us and relatives to have a wedding banquet... God, I’m still angry when I think about it now dizzy."

"Calm down, I was really ignorant at that time." Song Ziyan put a smile on his face. He was 19 years old at that time, and he had been with Ai Weisi for half a year. Every day he liked Ai Wei more than the day before. Si little.

The two were chatting about the future, and somehow they got married. They couldn't get married in China, so they said they would go to a country where they could get married, but neither of them had a visa, nor were they of age.

Song Ziyan felt so anxious and wanted to get married right away that he couldn't sleep, so Elvis had to coax him and made them two marriage certificates, with photos of the two of them at school pasted on them.

At that time, he had already come out to his parents, the relationship was very stiff, and he was really ignorant, but if he is now re-elected, he will still do that. In order to show his determination to his parents, he gave his parents and relatives They mailed invitations and asked them to come to G City for a wedding on June [-]st, but of course no one came.

It was just him and Ives that day, no, and Fegelein, who was only 7 years old.

The mother of the two brothers was a German who worked in the church, and their father was an alcoholic. When Fegelein was two years old, their mother died of illness, and their father disappeared a year earlier.

Elvis didn't approve of him confronting his family like this, and he was afraid that he would regret it. He was living in poverty, had to rely on himself for everything, and had a younger brother with him, so he told him a lot of reasons, but he was about to get angry At that time, he finally took out the ring and proposed to him. At the same time, he also had a card with 5 yuan saved. He said that this was all his savings.

He doesn't eat oil and salt, and my mother knows it, but she can't help worrying, "That Elvis' brother, what is his name Fei..."

"Fegelein." Song Ziyan said.

"Yes, he should be eighteen this year, right?"

"It was full last month."

Mom sighed again, "You really owed their family in your previous life... You must have his problem if you don't find a new one. A single man with a child, alas, he is eighteen and an adult, you don't have to worry about him Come on, hurry up..."

"Mom, Nan..." Song Ziyan interrupted. He understood his mother's worry. As a parent, he hoped that his child would get married, but he really didn't need it, and he didn't want to talk about it.

Song Ziyan hadn't reached the door of his house before he entered the corridor and smelled the aroma of fried beef with pickled peppers. He hadn't felt hungry for a day. At this time, his stomach screamed, and he took two steps. When the door opened, the smell became stronger. It really was his house. .

He entered the kitchen and saw that Fegelein was cooking in an apron. It was his apron with a pattern of superman muscles on it. He was immediately happy and took out his mobile phone to take a picture.

Fegelein felt something and frowned after seeing him take the picture, but didn't say anything.

Song Ziyan leaned against the wall and joked, "Tell me, if I post this photo on your school forum, what will happen to your fans?"

Fegelein showed no expression, "Whatever."

I really don't have a sense of jokes, but Song Ziyan also knows that even if he fans girls, he will probably find Figelein more attractive. Because of his handsome face, Figelein is a heartthrob at school, and his personality is completely stinky. It doesn't affect it, on the contrary, it's even more likable. Isn't there a hot and cold guy now?

"You go take a shower first," Fegelein said, "you need to stir-fry some vegetables."

"Okay." Song Ziyan went to take a shower, and when he came out, the food was already on the table. Seeing him coming out, Fegelein picked up the bowl and began to serve the rice. There was also a plate of cut yogurt and fruit mixed on the coffee table. Sigh, this child is really caring.

Although Fegelein has a bad personality, he is the same as his brother Ives in other respects. It is probably because of his family since he was a child. He is really sensible. During the eight years he brought Fegelein, he basically didn't worry about it. Sometimes the other party will take care of him in turn.

"When are you going to school?" Song Ziyan put a piece of beef in his mouth.

"After dinner."

Song Ziyan nodded, took a bite of rice into his mouth, "Come back this weekend and move."

Fegelein stopped eating and looked at him with a frown, "We won't live here anymore?"

"Purple Star No. [-], remember? The room was handed over two days ago."

Fegelein's face suddenly became stinky, "I'm not going."

Song Ziyan was overjoyed, knowing that the child had developed feelings for living here, and he was also not willing to part with it. He has lived here for eight years, and he has seen how much the shops downstairs have changed.

"Don't you always think it's noisy here?" Song Ziyan said, this is an old community, the sound insulation is not good, there are various shops downstairs, and there is a kindergarten in the building behind, and at night there are square dances in the small square. .

Sometimes Song Ziyan finds it too noisy, and wants to change it when he has no money, but he can't bear it when he has money, and he has been procrastinating until now.

Fegelein didn't speak, as if silently protesting.

"The house will not be returned?" Song Ziyan said, "Shall we live here occasionally? It will definitely not work for a long time. I will have trouble living here to go to work."

It takes an hour from here to the company without traffic jams, let alone one and a half in traffic jams. Fortunately, he doesn't have to rush to work early, otherwise his wages will be deducted every day.

Fegelein paused, ate, and said "um" after a while.

"agreed?"

"Return, waste of money."